"Hmph! Foolish."
Facing Taishu Ru's imposing stance, the His Highness Thirty-Four merely snorted coldly, put one hand behind his back, and vanished from his spot in an instant. He appeared in front of Taishu Ru with ghostly speed, extended one hand, placed it against Taishu Ru's abdomen, transformed his palm into a fist, and unleashed a punch!
Upon receiving the blow, Taishu Ru instinctively raised his sword to strike, but the pain in his abdomen swept over him, and a sudden metallic taste filled his throat.
He took a step back, using his greatsword to steady himself, forcibly suppressing the urge to vomit blood, and swallowed it down!
Then the His Highness Thirty-Four appeared, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh? You're just putting on a brave face... I'd like to see how long you can hold out against me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished again.
As he disappeared, Taishu Ru knew something was wrong. He raised his sword to defend himself, but staggered.
He looked down in astonishment and saw that the greatsword in his hand had shattered at some point, breaking into pieces and falling to the ground!
How could this be...?
He didn't notice at all!
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and not only Taishu Ru, but all the other cultivators were shocked.
"How could that be? Did anyone see his movement clearly?"
"So fast, too fast... I didn't even see how he broke Taishu Ru's sword!"
"Does this Alien Race possess Divine Ability related to speed?!"
Amidst gasps of surprise, the arena was filled with the figures of the His Highness Thirty-Four, some angry, some laughing, some sorrowful...
Each statue has a different expression, and each one seems to be his true form!
Even though Taishu Ru was exceptionally talented and powerful, he seemed to be blinded when facing the unpredictable His Highness Thirty-Four. He couldn't even judge the direction of the enemy's appearance once and was constantly on the defensive.
Even Lin Xuan frowned slightly and shook his head gently.
" Taishu Ru is no match for him."
As if to verify the truth of Lin Xuan's words, the next second, Taishu Ru could no longer hold back the metallic taste in his throat, and a mouthful of warm blood spurted out. He was also thrown into the air and struck in the chest by the His Highness Thirty-Four, who suddenly appeared in the air, and fell directly off the arena!
Once the number one prodigy of the Profound Domain, he was now weak and on the verge of death, his body covered in cracked lines, a truly terrifying sight. He crashed heavily off the arena.
His sect elder was deeply saddened and rushed over, his hands trembling as he helped him up, sparing no expense in giving him life-saving pills. Even so, his weak breath was almost gone.
Everyone could hardly believe their eyes, staring in disbelief at the scene.
Taishu Ru... defeated?
Unbelievable, unacceptable!
Taishu Ru, the number one cultivator in the Profound Domain, revered as a legend by the Profound Alliance cultivators, was actually defeated just like that...
The His Highness Thirty-Four reappeared on the arena, looking down at Taishu Ru below, and slowly spoke.
"Not dead? That's a pity."
"To be able to kill my Thirty-Nine brother, you are indeed impressive, but that's all. I heard you're the number one in the Profound Domain? Ha... that's quite something..."
"Vulnerable."
He chuckled, swallowing his unfinished words, yet revealing disdain and contempt. His fingertips twirled the silver hair that fell beside his ear, casually curling it, making him look elegant and noble. The bright red ring on his little finger reflected the sunlight, sparkling brightly.
Taishu Ru tried to speak, but could only support himself on one arm and spit out another mouthful of blood.
He was utterly defeated by the Alien Race race; there were no fancy moves, just a pure crushing defeat of strength.
Even though the other cultivators were unwilling to admit Taishu Ru's defeat, they could not refute it and could only clench their fists, feeling sorrow from the bottom of their hearts.
At this moment, a chill seeped into everyone's hearts.
The His Highness Thirty-Four... is simply too terrifying, but what's most terrifying is the divine quality he possesses, a divine quality that's like that of a playful child, devoid of joy or anger, which is absolutely chilling.
Below the arena, Heavenly Venerable Yunli looked somewhat solemn and slightly turned his head.
" Lianxin, if you were to face him, what are your chances of winning?"
Su Lianxin's lips curved into a smile, and under her gaze, she extended a finger.
"One-tenth?"
Even Heavenly Venerable Yunli was somewhat surprised.
Su Lianxin... is she really that insecure about herself? Or is the His Highness Thirty-Four really that strong?
Su Lianxin shook her head and smiled slyly.
"No, One Sword."
Lin Xuan listened to their conversation and smiled knowingly.
Since emerging from seclusion, he hadn't had a chance to assess his disciples' cultivation progress. Now, hearing Su Lianxin say this, he felt a surge of anticipation.
The His Highness Thirty-Four remained expressionless as he looked at Taishu Ru below the arena, letting out a slight sigh of regret.
This Human Race is indeed strong. If given some time to grow, perhaps another Great Emperor will emerge from the Human Race, having successfully attained enlightenment through physical means.
Unfortunately, he had already ruined himself.
His gaze swept over the surroundings, His Highness Thirty-Four curled his lips into a smile.
"Is there anyone else willing to fight?"
The Profound Alliance cultivators fell silent for a moment, forced to admit it even if they were unwilling.
Their Profound Alliance...
There's no one left.
Even Taishu Ru has been defeated; who else can defeat him?
There are still people!
Suddenly, a cultivator from the Ancient Alliance spoke up, raising his arm and shouting.
"Our imperial clan's prodigies still exist! Do not be discouraged!"
"Yes, that's right. The Holy Son Linyuan hasn't even made a move yet, and our Human Race hasn't been defeated!"
Everyone then realized what was happening and turned their expectant gazes toward the gray-robed youth who had remained silent, their eyes filled with fervor and excitement.
The imperial clan's prodigies... Yes, the imperial clan's prodigies are still around!
They are far more powerful beings!
"I should..."
Amidst everyone's anticipation, Ji Linyuan, like a resurrected ancient tree, slowly began to move.
He rose gently, gripped his sword hilt, and looked up at the His Highness Thirty-Four on the arena. But before he could finish speaking, a slender, boneless hand pressed down on his palm, interrupting him.
Ji Linyuan paused slightly as he drew his sword, then frowned and looked over.
The expression on the face of the person who came into view stunned him.
The woman before me had fair skin, a beautiful face, bright eyes, and a head of brilliant silver hair that flowed down to her ankles. She was as beautiful as the moon in the sky, and her appearance was absolutely stunning. But... she was crying.
As if overwhelmed by grief, tears streamed down her face. She didn't glance at Ji Linyuan at all; her icy blue eyes were fixed on the His Highness Thirty-Four on the arena, her gaze filled with an indescribable pain...
No.
Or rather, I should say, stare at his hands.
"Let me go this round."
She spoke firmly.
Ji Linyuan did not back down, but calmly pointed out a fact.
You are no match for him.
But the woman did not back down. Instead, she clenched her teeth and uttered a few words through her lips.
"In life, there are things we should do, things we shouldn't do, and things we shouldn't do..."
"I have no choice!"
"I have a reason why I must fight!"
Her last few words were filled with hatred, and the hand covering Ji Linyuan's palm trembled with extreme resentment.
Ji Linyuan stared at her for a moment, and for a moment they were at an impasse, but in the end, he pursed his lips, took a step back without saying a word, and made a concession.
Without hesitation, the woman flew straight onto the stage, wiped away the glint of tears from the corner of her eyes, stared intently at the His Highness Thirty-Four, her Yingying eyes flashing with vengeful fire and hatred, and spoke firmly.
"The Imperial Tian Household, Tian Shenyue, accept the challenge!"